There ain't nothing to it
Nobody knows how we got to
The top of the hill
But since we're on our way down
We might as well enjoy the ride
You're so good to me, baby, baby
I wanna lock you up in my closet
When no one's around
I wanna put your hand in my pocket
Because you're allowed
Ngày anh đến anh mang lời ong bướm
Lời ngọt lời thơm khóe môi
Bằng lời ong bướm anh che mộng gian dối
Ngày lầm lỗi ngày em biết yêu
Áo trắng lóng lánh theo anh đi về
.Thirty days have September
In a jailhouse I remember
Well, I got caught with too much soul
Bringing it back from Mexico
Bringing it back from Mexico
Heartbreak is a headache,
Like a toothache or an earthquake.
Spontaneous combustion
Leaves a taste that so disgustin'
And it don't go away too fast
I'm a window made of broken glass
I'm lovin' it
I'm lovin' it
I'm lovin' it
Don't you love it too?
Yo
(hmm hmm, haa haa haa) -2
(mere nainaa saavan bhaadon
(phir bhi meraa man pyaasaa..) -2 ) -2
ai dil deevaane, khel hai kyaa jaane
dard bharaa ye, geet kahaaN se
Yeah, it's Gucci!
Birds, go!
Birds, it's Dirty, Birds
It's Gucci
I'm an East Atlanta rider
It's nine o'clock
I'm getting tired
I'm sick of all my records
And the clothes I bought today
Am I cracking up
Ngàn nåm thường hoài một bóng người thôi
Tình đã khơi rồi mộng khó nhạt phai
Trăng khuyết rồi có khi đầy
Ngăn cách rồi cũng xum vầy
Mây bay bay hoài ngàn nåm